princesshannahsmom
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So, to make a long story short, I have been looking for a receptionist/secretary for the law office I work in for the last six months. Cannot find someone...(I hesitate to say "qualified") but...qualified!
We went through 3 in a one month time frame (even longer stories).
Anyhow, last night, myself, DH and DD went to the local "mall" and we went in to Hollister. Let me preface this by saying how much I HATE going in that store, the music it TOO loud and the cologne/perfume fragrance in the air makes me SICK! Anyhow, we were being helped by a young lady (a bit older than the normal Hollister employees) who was BY FAR the most professional retail person I have ever dealt with (especially at places like Hollister, Aeropostale and such). Anyhow, she told DH (I stepped out, again, the music and the smell) that she and her DH were transferred here in the Navy, she is a college graduate with a degree in Poly Sci, and was looking to go to law school, when they were more settled (this was all mentioned because DH explained why I had to walk away, and she was agreeing that it wasn't ideal). She said they only moved here a month or so ago and Hollister was the only job she could find and that she was making minimum wage. Well, DH, knowing that I was looking for some help, told her such and told her that although the money wasn't tops, it IS more than minimum wage. He gave her my work number and my attorney's name and told her she should call me. She was VERY appreciative and said she would.
Fast forward to this morning. Phone rings around 9:00, lady on the other end puts me through the Spanish Inquisition about who my attorney is, what he practices, how long he has been practicing, how long he has been in Panama City and even how long I have been working here, how long I have been a Paralegal and how long I have lived here. Finally, after five minutes of being interrogated, I inquired as to how I could help her. Get this....she says, well my daughter said that she got your name, your attorney's name and this number from a young couple last night and that this law firm was possible looking to hire someone.
I was like, yes, that is right, that was myself and my husband and I am desparately seeking a professional receptionist/secretary, as I am currently the ONLY person in the office, and that her VERY professional, well educated daughter seemed like a good candidate. She then proceeds to interrogate me more in depth about the job, the hours, the actual duties of the job. Finally, I had it (I was thinking for Pete's sake are you serious?). I said, ma'am, I appreciate your call, however, as you are aware, I am alone here and I am very busy, I must let you go now.
Now, I KNOW that the setting for speaking of an open position (job)was not perfect, but, really, it didn't seem inappropriate to me.
So, the girl called me about an hour later to ask where to fax her resume. I gave her my email instead. I told her I would speak to Mr. Silva (but, really hiring of a receptionist is at my discretion) and didn't say anything else. But honestly, I can't hire this girl now. What if she has to work overtime or something (which is likely), is her mom going to call and give me the Spanish Inquisition again?
I am still reeling over that fact that a grown, married, college graduate's mother called about a job opening. My mother wasn't even calling my employers for any reason when I was a teenager, I can't imagine her calling after I was graduated from college and married!
We went through 3 in a one month time frame (even longer stories).
Anyhow, last night, myself, DH and DD went to the local "mall" and we went in to Hollister. Let me preface this by saying how much I HATE going in that store, the music it TOO loud and the cologne/perfume fragrance in the air makes me SICK! Anyhow, we were being helped by a young lady (a bit older than the normal Hollister employees) who was BY FAR the most professional retail person I have ever dealt with (especially at places like Hollister, Aeropostale and such). Anyhow, she told DH (I stepped out, again, the music and the smell) that she and her DH were transferred here in the Navy, she is a college graduate with a degree in Poly Sci, and was looking to go to law school, when they were more settled (this was all mentioned because DH explained why I had to walk away, and she was agreeing that it wasn't ideal). She said they only moved here a month or so ago and Hollister was the only job she could find and that she was making minimum wage. Well, DH, knowing that I was looking for some help, told her such and told her that although the money wasn't tops, it IS more than minimum wage. He gave her my work number and my attorney's name and told her she should call me. She was VERY appreciative and said she would.
Fast forward to this morning. Phone rings around 9:00, lady on the other end puts me through the Spanish Inquisition about who my attorney is, what he practices, how long he has been practicing, how long he has been in Panama City and even how long I have been working here, how long I have been a Paralegal and how long I have lived here. Finally, after five minutes of being interrogated, I inquired as to how I could help her. Get this....she says, well my daughter said that she got your name, your attorney's name and this number from a young couple last night and that this law firm was possible looking to hire someone.
I was like, yes, that is right, that was myself and my husband and I am desparately seeking a professional receptionist/secretary, as I am currently the ONLY person in the office, and that her VERY professional, well educated daughter seemed like a good candidate. She then proceeds to interrogate me more in depth about the job, the hours, the actual duties of the job. Finally, I had it (I was thinking for Pete's sake are you serious?). I said, ma'am, I appreciate your call, however, as you are aware, I am alone here and I am very busy, I must let you go now.Now, I KNOW that the setting for speaking of an open position (job)was not perfect, but, really, it didn't seem inappropriate to me.
So, the girl called me about an hour later to ask where to fax her resume. I gave her my email instead. I told her I would speak to Mr. Silva (but, really hiring of a receptionist is at my discretion) and didn't say anything else. But honestly, I can't hire this girl now. What if she has to work overtime or something (which is likely), is her mom going to call and give me the Spanish Inquisition again?
I am still reeling over that fact that a grown, married, college graduate's mother called about a job opening. My mother wasn't even calling my employers for any reason when I was a teenager, I can't imagine her calling after I was graduated from college and married!
All I can picture is when Marie Barone called the FBI when Robert was going to interview. So funny.
) But yes, this could happen over and over for her if she's not aware of her mother's meddling. Awful! 
